Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.